tisdag 3 maj 2011

Second to Numb


He won't touch you anymore,
Staying at his side, half indifferent, half afraid,
it will only make you cry.

What is given can't be returned,
the cards are in our hands.
All that is living can be hurt,
and that's the end of innocence.

Second round found you beating death,
the miracle of life.
Once each of you, caught your breath,
A question simmers inside:

How far away from being in
can there be a state of love?


How deep-rooted is your bond within?
What matter is it made of?
What have we become?
Second to numb.



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